A goodnight text every night,
but for when you’re near.
A morning poem at first light,
to let you know I care.
Time between visions’ seen,
of when we did last meet.
When we greet the feeling’s serene,
and my day’s all the more sweet.
And time’s now soon,
to enjoy the days delight.
Till we kiss beneath the moon,
followed by a text goodnight.
A coal fired space force; I hear is in the works.
A test flight’s needed, let’s send some jerks.
It can be its creator with lil Mikey by his side.
I’ll gladly pack lunch for their long ride.
Cozy in their ark, endlessly they’ll float.
Lost in space, the pair can forever gloat.
A touch of a button and on its way,
it’s a virtual kiss to start your day.
I can feel your lips while you read.
A feeling I know and will always need.
Word’s a mere generic symbology,
a blip in time of human technology.
Millennia unfolds, meaning’s to learn.
Linguistically labored is the futures concern.
Truth is felt, lies always lurking.
Voices still spirits working.
Sensation’s sensed and souls embrace.
Or silence awaits this human race.
At those times I’m feeling alone.
I find your pictures in my phone.
I’ll send a text to say “I love you”.
And you’ll reply “I love you too”.
the latest haunt of specters,
Time changes a changing day.
A change of heart just beats away.
Respect and admiration flow gleefully.
Desires swell exponentially.
Courage grows when feet should run.
Dreams await when words be fun.
With no eyes, face or voice to engage,
letters askew from heart, hand to page.
Lives texted is now the rage
Costumes change when word’s the stage.
Act’s order confused when time’s a game.
This world virtual is never the same.
I’m not a Luddite
I’m waiting for science to
Catch up to my needs
What has characters,
stories and hopefully lines?
A writer’s notebook
Much like life, if not embraced
You’ll be forgotten
Time and energy
consumed is the same reflecting
as is projecting
If No means maybe
and maybe means yes then stop
means: Back off ass hole!